Alone

There are times, days, weeks, even, when I realize that my on-line friends mean so much more to me than I want to admit.  With the fun and joking of May being "Masturbation Month" I realized this morning, that I do no like cumming alone.  It's not awful, it's perfectly serviceable, but I'd much rather share the moment. Maybe it's just my voyeuristic side coming out, but it's different than a few years ago.

The constant connectivity of the web gives you the false impression that you are constantly connected, when, at certain times, you suddenly feel very much alone.

This is not a tale of woe, but one of realization and reflection.

I love my friends, and miss deeply those who are gone.

XOXO